Newt Scamander Preferences

When Newt Meets Credence

Papers flew through the air, falling around the solemn male like confetti.

In the distance, he caught the hateful gaze if his Mother, who was sure to punish him for this accident.

He watched in annoyance, as the auburn-haired troublemaker quickly collected the bundle of leaflets, before they became mud-sodden on the ground. "I'm so sorry." he just kept muttering over and over again, like some anxious mantra.

Truthfully, Newt had been so consumed with his thoughts about you and Graves, that he had not noticed the pale and morose male until it was too late.

Sighing, the Magizoologist hastily handed the exhausted-looking male his flyers back, mumbling another hurried apology before he took off, continuing on with his destinationless walk.

Oh Newt, if only you had paid more attention to the Barebone male, maybe then you would have noticed the fresh cuts upon his porcelian hands...